If Duke wanted to, an ordinary Brainless Roar could really be dealt with with a snap of his fingers, and with a "pa" sound, it would be reduced to ashes without leaving any residue.
Regular warriors had no chance of winning against a demigod like Pharaoh, who could turn into elementals. It was like using an axe to chop at the air. It was meaningless.
Elementals, on the other hand, could easily crush a warrior.
Garrouch was different. Before, he had no value at all for Duque to make a move. But now, the system had changed his description to 'Garrouch, the Incarnation of Ashoka'.
"True face? Hahaha! Duke Marcus, are you so eager to see me slaughter you humans, kill all those damned dwarves, and throw all the elves into the wolves' lair? Oh! And those Draenei who are worse than pigs, hahahaha! You will have a chance! I will chop off your head and imprison your soul in a pathetic skull. I will watch you and your alliance turn into ashes! "
Brainless Roar was really brainless!
This scene was directly displayed in front of the millions of people in the Alliance. Who knew how many people cursed on the spot, and even more people clenched their fists tightly.
"Oh! The people in your tribe are almost all dead, "Duque mocked.
In the distance, the mutated Kucaron Guards were still charging over without a care for their own safety. But just the Silver Hand and the Night Elf Sentinels were enough to make them suffer. Not to mention the Kirin Tor Mages, who were all Radiant Moon Mages.
"Only the weak will die on the battlefield! I am the Son of Destiny! Only the powerful Beastmen who survive are qualified to stand behind me — "Garrouch roared and transformed.
Garrouch suddenly opened his arms and arched his body. His neck seemed to be broken, and the back of his head touched his back.
His swollen muscles finally began to burst, and countless purple-blue veins began to spread out from his shoulders, chest, and thighs. The scene of them wriggling on the surface of his body, as if there were thousands of earthworms rolling under his skin, was simply explosive, enough to make any trypophobia sufferer collapse.
Garrouch's entire body was like a gigantic inflatable doll, and his body rapidly expanded.
One person tall, two people tall … five people tall … ten people tall!
In just ten seconds, the originally 2.5 meters tall burly man had turned into a giant-like monster. The two decorative beast fangs on Garrouch's shoulders had been swallowed by his muscles, and countless spikes grew out of his bones and pierced through his flesh.
Blood splattered out, and as soon as it sprayed into the air, clouds of ominous blue and white fog immediately spread out.
The pain stimulated Garrusch's ferocity, causing him to let out a series of barbaric roars that were neither human nor beast.
At this moment, if the audience had not seen Garrusch's true appearance just a moment ago, no one would have recognized this terrifying monster as the great chief of the tribe!
"Monster!" The Alliance audience had a unanimous opinion.
"Mom! Are all tribes so scary? "An eight-year-old girl hugged her mother's thigh in horror.
"Yeah! That's how the big bad guy of the tribe killed your grandfather and grandmother back then. " The cruel scene of the battle at the Door of Darkness thirty years ago once again appeared in the middle-aged woman's mind. At that time, she was still a child, and she had witnessed the most brutal massacre in the world …
On the other side, a large amount of audience feedback came from Duque's Magic Net. He could not help but sigh inwardly at Braindead Roar's pig-like opponent.
Not only did he have an enigmatic self-confidence and arrogance, but he also had the awareness of entering the ultimate villain boss, but he did not have the strength to respond.
The positive image of the tribe that Sal had painstakingly created over the years had been easily destroyed by Braindead Roar. This was completely in line with the Alliance's propaganda needs!
In front of the gigantic Garrusch, Duque looked too small. It felt as if Garrusch wanted to kill Duque as easily as an elephant crushing an ant.
The audience watching this scene through the live broadcast was also worried.
"Dad, will Commander Marcus die?" In Goldflash City, a little boy tugged at his father's sleeve. The father's left arm was empty, and his long sleeve fluttered in the wind, just in time to be tugged at by his own child.
His back was perfectly straight, which was the unique posture of a soldier. On his face, which had a long scar that extended from the left side of his face to the left corner of his mouth, a hearty smile that did not match his resolute face appeared. He used his remaining right hand to touch his son's head.
"Silly child, don't worry. Lord Marcus is not only the greatest commander of our Alliance, but he is also the most powerful human in the world. This has to start from when he, as the weakest mortal, killed the commander of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, who possessed the demigod Wizard Medivh. At that time, he was only the lowest-level official wizard … "
Duque's rise had long been eulogized by countless bards in the Alliance. In the past 30 years, Duque had walked step by step from the grassroots to the pinnacle of the Alliance's power. He had fought in great battles, and finally became a god as a mortal. This story had long been heard by the people of the Alliance.
But when it was told in this scene, it just happened to add a sense of history to Duque's battle.
"No problem! Lord Marcus is a man who has killed two ancient gods! "
Battle achievements were confidence! This sense of glory and pride filled the chests of every member of the Alliance. No one interrupted the father's explanation, and the surrounding people nodded in agreement.
Similar scenes were happening in the streets and alleys of various towns in the Alliance, encouraging the new generation of young people to make a declaration of pursuing their dreams towards this great human hero that seemed so far away, yet so close at hand!
"When I grow up, I want to become a great man like Lord Duke Marcus!"
The people were eager to see the scene of Duque crushing Garrouch, but unfortunately, the live signal began to deteriorate, and Sally Whitemane had to explain on the spot. "The Horde's Great Chief Garrouch used a large amount of evil god power, which interfered with the magic transmission signal. I'm sorry, the transmission may be interrupted at any time. "
There was no way around it. Even if Duque filled Azeroth with all kinds of black technology talents, there would still be a situation of unbalanced technological development. Not every world had Da Vinci or Edison.
Some things, even if one knew the direction, still needed a huge amount of practice and that 1% inspiration to cross the chasm of failure and set foot on the other side of victory.
In fact, even with modern camera equipment, it was destined that the next scene would not be seen.
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